The silence is screaming ...
Beats in my chest,
Deafened my world becomes
He yells too loud, then grows ...
My lips dry, and the source from which
Sprouted words is shallow,
The point is not well no letter.
Gagged, I live my worst nightmare
My voice tied by steel blades,
Disrupt the sounds that rumble
Endlessly inside my head.
Tired of fighting I pray peace and quiet ...
And so stumbling on my blind fear,
Flex in the darkness that a risk
Of light and color, the color gray finish.